Random occurrence #1
This week at work I made an update to a web template on my company’s site, but it’s on a segment hosted by an outside vendor, so I had to e-mail them to wave their magic wand over their server so the changes would appear. It occurred to me that I should update my email signature while I was at it, but before I’d even saved my new sign-off, I got a phone call. “Wow, that’s some speedy customer service!” I thought. I picked up the phone, rattled off my generic greeting, only to discover that, HOLY CRAP, it was Morgan, in my house, re-caching my servers! She’s a reader who’d sent me an e-mail that had been sitting in my inbox for a month which I’d only responded to a couple days ago. She works in customer support at the vendor’s company and was happy to re-cache my servers….three times. (I had to make some changes, okay?)
I know that my blog is somewhat popular as far as weight-loss blogs go, but outside of this extremely specific niche of the world, I am not actually famous. I go to the grocery store without being accosted and run down the trail without any paparazzi jumping out of the bushes. I’ve never run into a reader in real life outside of a blogging convention. (I was at the IrishFest at the same time as Michelle, but we never ran into each other.) However, bumping into a reader from another city during the course of everyday life did make me suddenly feel famous for an hour.
I was also glad I’d gotten off my ass and replied to some of the moldier emails in my inbox last week.*
Random occurrence #2
I automatically click on most health and fitness articles so I can stay informed for y’all, so of course I read an article about Jared the Subway guy in the local paper. For foreign readers, Jared Fogle lost over 200 pounds by eating Subway sandwiches and has probably made enough money by appearing in their commercials to buy ten thousand times his old weight in sandwiches. Jared was giving a speech at his old elementary school and the location in the photo accompanying the article looked really familiar. I read the caption and, HOLY CRAP, it was the same gym where I took my TurboKick class last year! That’s the same stage where my aerobics instructor kicked and punched and yelled out instructions to our class even when she broke her toe. It’s evidently the same gym where Jared probably suffered through PE class as a child. Bizarre.
I guess Disney had it right when they said, it’s a small world after all, even if they had to shut down the ride for upgrades because we’ve become so fat.
* If I still haven’t replied to an email you sent me, I apologize. I do read them all. Sometimes I don’t know what to say to people. I’d love to wave a magic wand and solve everyone’s problems, just like Morgan was able to wave her wand over the servers and update my templates. But I can’t be all things to all people. Sometimes I just stare at my mail and don’t know what to say.